Rocking back was almost an afterthought. His body moved primarily because it had to. It needed the sensation of those tight muscles constricting around his cock, the friction of sweaty skin to sweaty skin. His arms trembled, already hungry for the upcoming release. But Sam never broke away from that mouth, those delectable, luscious lips so willing to share the words.
Elijah wrapped his long legs and arms around Sam. They were a knot of limbs, and Elijah moved with him without breaking the kiss. There was no question that the same warmth that suffused Sam had spread to Elijah. His muscles burned, and his lungs burned, and each time he took a breath through his nose, he was hit with the familiar, enticing scent of Elijah’s skin, and the lotion he wore because the makeup made his skin dry. Each time Sam rocked forward, pushing deep into Elijah’s body, he tightened around him, his legs and muscles holding him close.